I am the kind of person who looks at a restaurant’s menu online before she goes out to dinner. I like to have an idea of what I’m going to order ahead of time, to cut down on the on-the-spot decision making.
I am a planner.
But I found out over the weekend that it’s much harder to plan your meal when you’re eating dim sum.
This particular meal made it on my 27 list mostly because Husband has raved about it, and I’m always up for trying new things.
And, to a degree, I knew what to expect: servers pushing around carts full of food that we could say either yes or no to.
What I didn’t know was how competitive/frantic dim sum could make me feel.
The first couple carts came around fairly quickly, and we enjoyed pork buns and sticky rice – two of the best dishes of the day.
But then there was a lull.
The next carts I saw were loaded with clams and shrimp and beef and chicken…but they were empty by the time they got to us. And I think that made me even hungrier. I know it added to this frantic need I felt to have to choose quickly (and a lot) once the server stopped at our table.
Which is why, when the dessert cart came around and we had a choice between custard pie and custard in a bun, I practically shouted, “The bun! The bun!” to Husband, as if there were a time limit on the decision. Or as if someone else would take it if we didn’t act NOW. (Even though there were plenty available.)
In my defense, the custard bun was fantastic – possibly the best dish of the meal.
But it probably would have been just as delicious if I’d been a little calmer about the decision.